The Mayhem

There were ten students sketching a dinosaur on the teacher's desk, not to be naughty, but to while away time. Oliver was part of those students. He stood hunched over the desk, with a charcoal between his lips, and a pencil poised in his palm and forefinger. There was a hazy image of a dinosaur, that seemed to be dated to the 70s at the back of his mind's eye as he sketched. It brought an electric buzz through his pencil.

Oliver wasn't a kid, he was eighteen, but still he found pleasure in behaving this way. This was the only childish thing about him, nothing more. His hands moved expertly through the desk, until he was jerked by Taylor, his best friend.

In a split second, he saw Taylor licking Eleanor, his girlfriend's pussy like, it was  his ice-cream. Oliver eyes dilated as his fingers stopped its movements on the table. Like a bad video tape, the video seemed to expand, and he noted Eleanor's brother filming the two as he stood by the door, away from sight.